I certainly appreciate the enthusiasm and overall excitement shown by all the players.
As you might remember, the rules were pretty simple:
- No one was allowed to look at, talk to, poke, or otherwise have ANY contact with Chuck before making their diagnosis.
- Participants must hold at least ONE advanced degree in a non-medical field, and must go by titles such as Dean, Vice President, General, Professor, and Queen of Everything.
- Deadline for submitting guess-diagnosis was before Chuck's funeral, and before a licensed physician provided an acceptable (meaning *I Like It*) diagnosis.
Now that the Physician has provided an acceptable diagnosis, I am happy to announce the finalists & winner.
5th Place: (anonymous) "What did he smoke?"
4th Place: Dr. Finkelstein, who holds PhD in History & diagnosed "something with his inner ear"
Good guess, but not specific enough to actually win.
3rd Place: (anonymous) MPA/MA, and other distinctions he chooses not to have publicized.
Guess: Encephalitis The Dr. actually asked me "Who said encephalitis? Wow. Now that was interesting."
Which I took to mean brilliant. As usual.
2nd Place: Vice President of Donuts, Ordering Lunch and Discussing Foreign Films. Holder of a PhD in Political Science
Guess: "Meniere's Disease" -- very very close. Wow! OK. Enough. Get back to work. It's Friday, do we get to order Gordo's today?? Let me know!
1st Place: Dr. Peggy Russell, PhD in Psychology -- which means she actually understands like chemistry and stuff that make most of us either shut down, roll our eyes or change the subject -- with the CORRECT diagnosis -->Labyrinthitis.
When told that she won this game, Dr. Russell asked what the prize was.
I told her --> the prize is CHARLES LEMON.
That didn't make her too happy. She already had a husband, and isn't interested in a half-used one, especially one with kids.
Which is too bad, since she already SIGNED the waiver saying she would not only take delivery of the prize, but would be responsible for all taxes and insurance.
As a consolation prize, Peggy, I'm willing to give you a windowless office RIGHT next to mine, burn wonderfully scented candles, keep my door open so that you can have SOME clue of what the weather is outside, and give you free backrubs.